It Just One Of Those Days.

It was around 2:30 in the morning, and I was roaming around the small park. The park in which me and CC had our second encounter.
Why was I here?
I don't know.
I guess I just needed to remember the good moments. I just wish all of this was a twisted dream, but I've punched myself many times... This was reality. I was alone, 21, pregnant with twins to a man that dared to punch me for a false motive. As I walked towards the bench I would sit on before, I stopped when I saw a guy sitting there. He was just staring towards the stars, the bright full moon. The moonshine reflecting on his brown orbits.
"Why?" He said and stood up, facing the other way, but then turning around, I stood there, frozen as our eyes made contact. All my crying wanted to come back, I'm just surprised I haven't died yet. My belly was a balloon and i was only four months pregnant. He starts to walk towards me, but stops as he sees my stomach. His face saddens, and he takes a few steps back.
"Wait!" He begins to run and I chase after him. I looked both ways before running across the intersection and he stops running, and leans on a wall. I catch up to him and stood in front of him.
"Leave." He says, panting.
"Not till you tell me that you're going to support our children whether you hate me or not." I spat, anger taking over my body. He looks at me with wide eyes.
"those aren't my kids."
"Well they ain't Jinxx's. If you think I sucked his dick, although I didn't, it's impossible to get pregnant by drinking semen..." His eyes narrow and then I show him my hands. "Count with me Christian.... How many months since I left?"
"Four." He whispers. "Almost five."
"How many months since we had sex?"
"Five..."
"Exactly." He looks at me, and then at my balloon.
"Really?" I nod and he stands up straight. He looks into my eyes and sighs. "Give me time... I have to think..." I nod once more and surprisingly, he wraps his arms around me. I turn my head and placed my ear right in his chest. I missed his hold so much, it's like a thirsty crop getting its water. I never knew I was going to fall in love again, and this time with a drummer. deep inside me, I know I would never forgive him for the incident, but there's the other side, who's loves this man deeply, and doesn't matter what she had to go through. We stay like this for quite some time, just enjoying each other's hold. I look at him, catching him staring at me. I kiss his cheek and he turns his head, making me kiss his lips. I felt like I've come back home.
"Don't leave me..." He whispers.
"Don't hurt me." I mumbled, he winces but he nods. "I love you CC."
"I love it when you say my full name." He admits.
"Christian." He smiles and pecks my lips once more.
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I open my eyes and wipe the tears off my face.
Just a dream. I said to myself. Just another dream. Although I wish it wasn't.
I sighed and sat up, my back to the headboard of my bed. I pass my fingers through my hair and then passed both of my hands on my face.
"Let's go kick some ass at work." I whispered. Feeling like a totally idiot for talking too two unborn babies, I walked to the bathroom and striped down from the shirt and shorts. I washed everything that needed washing, and magically got to shave my legs. I could almost not see my toes. These kids need to stop growing. I turn off the water and wrap a black towel around my body. I put on my undergarment and walked to my room once more.
"MORNING MATTY!" I yelled as the smell of pancakes and waffles invaded my nose. I put on a loose black dress with some socks and my converse. I put my hair into a braid wrap and put a small clip. I do my usual makeup: eyeliner and mascara and headed towards the kitchen. Matty was a,ready dressed in a black t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans and his Doc Martens.
"Sleep well? " he asked me.
"Yeah." He sets a pair of waffles on a white plate and puts some fruits. "Thanks." He sets the plate right in front of me and I quickly dug in. He looked at me with a smile in his face, but didn't say anything. "Did I mess up my makeup?" I asked him, a little concerned on that grin glued to his face. I grab a bowl of fruit salad and showered it with honey and granola.
"No.. I'm just glad to see you eat."
"I gotta... I have two extra mouths to feed." He chuckles and continues to cook. "Besides, you're cooking." He smiles and does a small bow. The past months, dispise the fact that he almost burned the stove, burned his hand, and almost poured boiling water to the both of us, he was now able to make food, that wasn't bacon with eggs and toast.
"Got a good teacher." I smile and continue to eat. After a healthy and satisfying breakfast, we headed to work.
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Work was slow, and those were the best days. We would usually just sit down to enjoy the music playing and our drinks. The last customer was around half an hour ago, satisfied with his new Fender guitar. I placed my water on my stomach and tried to balance it.
"Ha! I can do it!" I exclaimed. I looked at Carry, and gave her a thumbs up, as her phone was pointing at me. My phone rings and I pick it up.
"Hello?" I said, then letting out a giggle as Matty tried to do the same, but failed.
"Hi, uhm. My boyfriend had your number down as his babe... I was wondering who the hell are you?" I looked at Matty and Carry weirdly.
"I think you got it wrong. " I said.
"No,.. No. Your pictures are in his phone..."
"Look, you got the wrong number, or he did. Who's your boyfriend either way?"
"Christian Coma..." And I felt my heart drop. "Hello?"
"How long have you been going out?" I asked her, my voice backstabbing me. Matty signals me to put it on speaker and I do so.
"For about four months now, that why I'm wondering why the hell you're in his phone."
"I'm on his phone, because that bastard was dating me! And while you're at yelling at him, tell him to man up and fucking talk to me, and support me cause I'm not going to raise these God damn kids by myself!" I spat, then covered my mouth.
I said too much.

Fuck.

I'm screwed.
I hung up and looked at my hands and then at the shocked faces of my best friend's.
"Kenny...." Carry started.
"I need to leave..." I said. Their eyes filled with fear, anger and somehow,,, betrayed.



"I Leave... Now"

Notes

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not BVB related: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SEXY MEXICAN NAMED VICTOR FUENTES AND THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAM I CALL MY MOM! WOO! THERES A PARTY INSIDE OF MEH!

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-K